The Gardener's Tip
I was lying beside the pool, the hot summer sun baking my
naked body a warm, soft brown. I had rubbed lotion across
my belly, chest, and legs, and had toasted my front long
enoughit was time to turn over. But with no one to lather
my back, I knew the heat would quickly cause it to become
dry and parched.
Suddenly, the doorbell chimed, so with a sigh, I rose from
the lounge chair, replaced my bikini, and wandered inside.
Before I reached the door, the bell sounded again. Even
with my sunglasses on, my eyes had become accustomed to
the bright outdoor light, so I pushed the glasses to the
top of my head as I walked across the living room. Reaching
the door, I peeped through the safety window to see who was
ringing the bell in the middle of the afternoon. Oh, its
the lawn guy, I said to myself. Thats right, it is time
to pay him this month. I unlocked the door, pulled it open,
and couldnt help but smile at the expression on his face.
I hadnt thought of the effect my bikini would have on a 18
year old boy, but I could tell from his expression that every
hormone in his body had just flown right to his groinprobably
in time to the pounding of his heart. He even stuttered slightly
as he gave me his invoice.
For the first time, I realized just what a gorgeous young
man he was, and I decided to have some fun. I reached up and
adjusted my glasses in my hair to give him a good view of my
breasts. Then touching the tip of my tongue to my lips, I
smiled and invited him in. As I turned and walked to the end
table to get my purse, I could hear him enter the room, but
he stayed just inside the door. Now, Im happy to say that
at 32, my body is still strong, smooth, and round in all the
right places, so as I opened my purse and took out the money,
I accidentally dropped a bill on the floor. Of course
that required I bend over to pick it up, with my barely covered
ass facing him. I could almost feel his eyes staring, and
to my surprise I felt that rush of wetness that said this
was arousing me too. I picked up the dropped money, and straightening,
turned around. I took a step or two towards him, but I could
again see the heat in his eyes, and his look caused me to lose
some coins through my fingers as they seemed to go numb.
Without even thinking, I bent again to pick them up. I looked
up at him and smiled, making a small joke about fumble-fingers.
Then I realized from the look on his face that I was giving
him a straight view from my neck to my navel. Almost of their
own volition, my eyes traveled down his body, only to stop
at the noticeable bulge in his pants. Again, those sex-starved
butterflies struck deep in my core, and my pussy flooded
with more wetness -- more than I thought possible from just
a glance. This boy -- no, this young man -- was making me want
him with just a look.
Finally finding all the coins I had dropped, I stood upright
again, my face rising slowly, only inches from his flyand
threw caution to the wind. Despite the way my mind was focused
elsewhere, I looked into his eyes and asked, Hon, is there
any chance you have time to help me with something?
Again, that soft stutter. Sssure, he answered. I nodded
my thanks and motioning him to follow, turned back to the
patio door. He followed my out to the side of the pool, where
I handed him the lotion I had on the table.
Pulling my sunglasses back down and placing the money still
in my hand on the ground, I sat on the chair again, looked
up, and asked softly, Would you please put lotion on my
back? With that, I drew my legs up, rolled over, and laid
face down so he wouldnt have a chance to say no. I reached
behind me and untied the strings of my top, letting them
fall to the sides of the chair so that my entire back was bare
to him. I heard the sound of the liquid squirting from the
bottle, and I knew I had won this round.
But, oh, when his soft young hands, filled with the warm
liquid, touched my back, I knew I could lie there forever.
His hands were strong, but gentle, as they slowly rubbed
in circles from my neck to the top of my ass. The heat I felt
had nothing to do with the sun and everything to do with the
soft sensual touch my back was experiencing. I just wanted
that touch to go on and on forever. As his hands slowed their
movement, finishing their task, I spread my legs and almost
begged, Would you please do my legs, too?
Again he spoke no words at all, but the sound of the bottle
a second time told me that the pleasure would continue.
I so wished I could see his face, read the lust and longing
in his eyes, but then his hands touched my calves, and all
thoughts flew from my mind. I became a totally physical
creature, almost craving the stimulation his stroking
hands brought nothing else on my mind but the firm, up an
down feeling of his touch as it rose above my knees to caress
the backs and insides of my thighs. My body wanted to rock
back and forth in time to the movement, but he was finishing
too quickly. Having come so close to my hot, aching mound,
his hands trembled slightly and then stopped.
I knew I could not let it end this way, so without even thinking,
I rolled over, letting my top stay on the lounge. Touching
my breasts I whisper, I need some here, too. I knew he would
do it -- I saw the bulge in his pants jerk at my words. And I
was right. He filled his hands again from the bottle, and
leaned forward, placing one hand on each breast. I close
my eyes as my head fell back upon the chairI felt so weakso
openmelting at the heat of his touch. His hands fit perfectly
around my breasts, rubbing firmly in circles. I couldnt
stop the sigh that escaped from my lips; in fact, I didnt
know it was there until I heard it. His fingers trailed softly
around and across my nipples, and then his hands cupped
my breasts and molded them together, continuing to massage
and rub with the smooth, hot lotion. After what seemed like
hours of this totally sensual touching, he released them,
only to let his palms slide smoothly back and forth across
my hard and aching nipplesthen following with just his
fingertips. The weight of the flesh seemed to grow heavier
as he cupped and stroked.
If only he knew what this was doing to me. My breasts had always
been the most sensitive part of my body, my primary erogenous
zone. And not just the nipples, but the entire breast, top
to bottom and sides to the narrow gully between. His talented
touch was bringing me to a peak I had never before experienced,
and I knew I just had to share this irresistible pleasure.
Opening my eyes again, I was almost startled to see that
he had straddled the chair in order to better reach my entire
chest. I sat forward and could see up close the bulge in his
slacks pumping in time to his strokes.
Not wanting to scare him, I reached forward ever so slowly,
touching my fingers to his erection, rubbing slowly up
and down. As my hand spread out to allow my entire palm and
fingers access, his own hands abruptly stopped their movement.
Glancing up, I saw he had closed his eyes and his breathing
was coming in sharp, steady bursts from his lips. I reached
with one hand to unsnap his jeans, while the other was pulling
the tab to his zipper slowly downward. Reaching into his
briefs, my hand tugged gently to free his hard and throbbing
cock from the confines of his clothing. As it sprang free
only inches from my face, I lowered his pants and reached
behind him to place one hand on either side of his ass. The
skin was so smooth and soft, the muscles so tight, that I
rubbed and stroked my hands across it several times before
drawing him forward and into my waiting mouth.
I so wanted to share the slow, building pleasure that had
come with his massage of my body, but I didnt know how long
he could hold off. My lips circled his pulsing ruby red head,
and I let my tongue flatten against the tip as I began a delicate
sucking. I thrilled to feel it flex upward against the roof
of my mouth, and my tongue began circling the ridge where
the head met the shaft. With my hands on his ass to guide him,
I pulled him deeper into my mouth, letting my lips reach
down to the very base then slowly drawing back, sucking
the shaft and working my tongue as if to coax out the cum I
knew was waiting to explode. Then slowly oh so very slowly
down and back up, again and again. As my mouth drew back
for the fourth or fifth time, my tongue again flicked the
underside of his head, and as I firmly circled from left
to right, I heard a soft gasp come from his lips. Tonguing
the same place again, I heard the gasp repeated, so I stroked
upward with my hand in time to the flicker of my tongue against
that sensitive spot.
I felt him swell, almost to bursting, and drew back to look
at his face. Suddenly, he leaned forward, pushing me back
down on the chair. Then grasping the sides of the chair,
he pressed forward, his hard cock hot and wet sliding
slowly up between my breasts. In absolute ecstasy, I realized
what he wanted, and I reached my hands up to enfold my breasts
into a tight embrace around his blood-filled rod. My body
rolled with pleasure as I heard him moan deep in his throat.
With each of his forward thrusts, I licked at the tip, our
movements become faster and faster, almost frenzied in
their need. With one final thrust, his body stiffened and
cum shot forward in bursts, covering first my breasts and
then even my lips and hands. The forward motion of his thrusts
and the movement of my hands spread the slick fluid across
my already sensitized breasts. In only moments I felt myself
burst free in a shuddering orgasm, my body bucking upwards
and my tongue lapping at the cum still dripping from his
cock. Locked in passion, we both were frozen in time for
just that moment, hanging onto our sanity by only a thread.
And then time began again, and our bodies began the descent.
Relaxing my hands against my breasts, I could feel him sliding
back and away. Although I wanted to draw him back, I knew
that with the return of reality, his mind would be in turmoil.
I watched as he straightened his clothing, then backed
away. His eyes met mine once more -- a long, telling glance
-- and then he turned and left.
As I heard the front door close behind him, I realized that
this months fee was still laying beside me on the concrete.
No problem, though. I was sure he would be back to collect.
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